I'm hyped -- psyched up
When reality tilts
You won't wanna talk
It's goin' up an' down - run '
Can't get away from none, they don't mak
(like who?) like dude, that do drum'n'ba
Or else we'll all wind up in a big ol' s
that I could never turn my back
You gotta treat yourself, you deserve it
Fol the diddle rye roddy rye roddy rye"
I know I promised you that I'd never walk awa
((yo the wars wit everything outside your door))
Transversed through time and space
where they embrace the silent waves
You??Ôäóre a place to stay and a time to go
And then I see the roses on my pillow,
and rank petriachor
Q' enciende el volcan
I put a wheel between her legs
Call me whatever cos your words don't mean a
Bud in our pockets. Brew in our cups
track stars,
you?ve taken my eyes till there?s nothing to see
Dicho encuentra a final de cuentas
Until you come